I wandered lonely as a cloud
\nThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,
\nWhen all at once I saw a crowd,
\nA host of golden daffodils;
\nBeside the lake, beneath the trees,
\nFluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/p>\n
Continuous as the stars that shine
\nand twinkle on the Milky Way,
\nThey stretched in never-ending line
\nalong the margin of a bay:
\nTen thousand saw I at a glance,
\ntossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/p>\n
The waves beside them danced; but they
\nOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:
\nA poet could not but be gay,
\nin such a jocund company:
\nI gazed\u2014and gazed\u2014but little thought
\nwhat wealth the show to me had brought:<\/p>\n
For oft, when on my couch I lie
\nIn vacant or in pensive mood,
\nThey flash upon that inward eye
\nWhich is the bliss of solitude;
\nAnd then my heart with pleasure fills,
\nAnd dances with the daffodils.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Narcisos (traducci\u00f3 al catal\u00e0 chatGPT)<\/p>\n
Vagava sol, com un n\u00favol lleu
\nque flota alt damunt valls i turons,
\nquan de sobte vaig veure un estol,
\nuna muni\u00f3 de narcisos daurats;
\nvora el llac, sota els arbres,
\ntremolant i dansant amb la brisa.<\/p>\n
Continua com les estrelles que brillen
\ni centellegen a la Via L\u00e0ctia,
\ns\u2019estenien en l\u00ednia infinita
\nal llarg de la riba d\u2019una badia;
\ndeu mil en vaig veure d\u2019un cop,
\nsacsejant els caps en dansa viva.<\/p>\n
Les ones al seu costat dansaven; per\u00f2 ells
\nsuperaven les ones brillants d\u2019alegria:
\ncap poeta no podia sin\u00f3 alegrar-se
\nen tan joiosa companyia;
\nmirava i mirava\u2014per\u00f2 no pensava
\nquin tresor aquell espectacle m\u2019havia donat.<\/p>\n
Perqu\u00e8 sovint, quan al sof\u00e0 jeia
\nen un estat buit o pensatiu,
\napareixen a l\u2019ull interior
\nque \u00e9s la felicitat de la solitud;
\ni llavors el cor se m\u2019omple de goig,
\ni dansa amb els narcisos.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending … <\/p>\n